"You Choose" the poem
Which mask will you wear today?
By A. Gagliardi
I don’t feel I can trust you
to look at me without a jaundiced eye
now that you know my true feelings.
I think I scare you with the truth.
I’m may be too fragile to commit your efforts to.
Perhaps I’ll shatter after your exertion
or get loud and abusive.
A person who looks you in the eye
and blurts out the truth
is dangerous, I tell you.
There’s no telling where things will go.
We are all more comfortable wearing our public
masks of polite talk.
You look into my shoulders
so that you
miss the wells of my truth.
I can place my mask upon my face,
just like you. Then I go about our time together
without your knowing the real me -
as if that’s too hard for you to see.
I can present my bland experiences
that touch your toes but not your heart
that slap the water, but fail to submerge.
That tap the door, but don't enter in.
Is it truth you want, or just my presence
filling up this chair - going nowhere?
Do you merely want the titles of my life
or the real meat and juice of it?
Do you simply want to lick my bone
or taste the marrow of my existence?
Do you want the wine’s smell
or to drink it down to the last drop?
I only write about my own experiences
whether, I’ve had them or not.